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Gravity

I used to play a game when I was a child, and her name was gravity.
I would stand outside, my arms wide open, and I'd let gravity curl her arms around me like the home that I was destined never to have.
Gravity kept me together, willing my body not to crumble under her fingertips.

Sometimes when the numbness starts to creep its way inside of my bones I come back to her, in hopes that she will hold me like she once did, when I was nothing but pain and grace.
And she does, even if it is only for for a few miniscule seconds, and then suddenly;
I am alive all over again.

I used to play a game when I was a child, and she was called gravity.
I would stand outside, my arms wide open as I spun, and I'd let gravity curl her arms around me like the home that I was destined never to have.
And even when I was crumbling to ash, she would always find a way to sew me back together.

And even now, as I am so much older, so much more tired; I still look for her, ache for her.
When the numbness inside of my skin begins to seep its way onto my tongue all I have to do is open my arms wide and spin,
And then it happens, I am consumed by nothing and everything that is her, and then I am home.
I am gravity.
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
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